Sentence examples for where I checked from inspiring English sources

The boxes were stacked next to a clipboard, where I checked off my name.

We spent about half an hour in a driving simulator, where I checked out the car's operational features and drove on virtual ice to try out the traction control system.

Two hours later, in Sousse, I fled the traffic-choked modern districts and took refuge in the walled quarter, where I checked into the spartan but clean Hotel Medina and headed out, hoping to haggle for objects from local artisans.

From there it was a 20-minute drive to Dillman's Bay Resort in Lac du Flambeau, where I checked into Cabin 5. Back in the 1930s Ollie Catfish owned the cabin, but on a plot across the lake.

Sunday we woke up late and took a $16 cab ride back downtown, where I checked into my third and final hotel (when making the reservations, I couldn't decide among the three so I decided to try them all), the Hotel Vintage Plaza, a 107-room property next to Hotel Lucia.

I got back in my car and returned to the museum district, where I checked out two new entries: the Children's Museum of Houston, designed by Robert Venturi and Denise Scott-Brown, a cheerful, playful structure, and the Holocaust Museum Houston, by Ralph Appelbaum, which is sober, moving and anything but playful.

"It's all about balance," says Sinu S Vijayan, chef of Lake Vembandan's Park Hotel, where I check in the next day.

My first stop is Mangoes Resort (from A$205 a night), where I check into a faré with soaring ceilings on a cliff overlooking the Erakor lagoon.

Instead, my itinerary includes stopping to chat with friends I've made on previous trips, like Aa, the delightful Thai-Mexican university student who supervises the computers at the Internet center where I check my e-mail.

Because I missed Czechoslovakia and wished that I could maintain contact with… "There is something deeply and indefinably interesting in the swinish race," the novelist Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote, in 1841, from Brook Farm, the Massachusetts commune where… When I checked Twitter Saturday morning, I learned that the programmer, writer, and activist Aaron Swartz had killed himself at age twenty-six.

There are other apps where, last I checked, that was still an issue ( e.g. viewing anyone's Graffiti posts).